User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20150205195401/@comment-3135907-20150526204251

An ancient, dryrotted chair crunched into pieces with a smash of Ollo's powerful rudder. "Now, how to get that aflame?"

Brother Bannel, in the meantime, looked over at the torch he had brought up into the dark attic with him, that now lay gently smoldering where it had been knocked out of his paw earlier on. He picked it up. "Here!"

Ollo grinned at the sight, dropping the broken chair leg. "Well, nevermind this...toss that 'ere, Brother!"

Bannel threw the torch into the air and Ollo caught it expertly. "Thanks, mate. Take that, fluffy befeathered fiends. What about ye, mates? Fancy a bit of cooked goose?"

The ravens took the hint and with a screech of dismay took flight, launching up into the air and winging their way far up through the rafters and out of sight. Ollo passed the torch to a nonplussed Bannel as he dusted off his webby paws. "Well, that's that."